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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

When I started this series of paintings, I did it because I liked the look of the bowls. But it turns out that these bowls are much more than something nice to look at. Since the series has been exhibited it seems that everyone's grandmother had bowls like these. Yellow-ware, green window pane, with and without stripes, some with spatters. Which helps explain how enthusiastically people have responded to the exhibit.

See more photos of the bowl paintings on my Facebook page!

I was fun listening to the stories at the reception. What did YOUR grandmother have? Share your story with me.

Friday, March 6, 2009

A woman I know has a fine collection of bowls that were her grandmother's. I was admiring them one day, and asked if I could borrow some to use in paintings. I selected three. I took them to my studio, set them up, moved them around, added other props, and started painting. The first one turned out beautifully, so I tried another. Then another. Then, how about one in oil rather than my usual pastel? Soon I had a collection of very nice paintings. I took them up to Ely to show the grandma and her family. They all really enjoyed the paintings. I am now able to share them with every one! The paintings will be in an exhibit :

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About Me

An aspect I so love about my life as an artist is being able to watch the reactions on people’s faces as they view my work. I paint to capture the images that quicken my heart and I’m always delighted when I see that flash of joy in someone else.
Discovering pastels, compressed sticks of pigment applied to paper, I discovered my medium. Their luscious colors and the special light that finished paintings emit drew me to them. Pastels are also easy to work with, needing nothing extra for application or clean up, which was a bonus with three small children at home. Since I’d spent so much time doing laundry as the kids grew, I set up an easel and a still life in my basement next to the washing machine. I could apply a few strokes of color between loads. It was slow going, but I finished paintings.
As the children grew, I ventured out to paint and attend classes.
An opportunity came to rent a studio of my own. Once out of the basement and into the light, I rejoiced in instilling that sense of light into my paintings. And I smile when I see people notice.